All of all
              uneasily awaits. unearthly songs
****** gates,
              to other worlds, other places,
behind the
              many barren faces.

As a stream
             made into lake behind
the dam of
             earthen make, the other worlds
other places,
             lie beneath calm water faces.

On legs of
             pain with burning eye, through echoes
of sanity's
             last cry, beyond the realm of a thousand ages
can be seen
             the cloudless sky, of other worlds and
other places,
             that lie behind the many faces.

Shards
Of paper hearts
Floating away
On winter
Blizzard breezes.

Shards
Of dreamless hopes
Floating away
On glacial
Running rivers.

Shards
Of my life
Slipping through
Trembling
Bleeding hands.

Shards
Becoming
Infinitesimally small
Grains of sand,
Ground up,
Spit out
Until I am nothing.

If you are the a sun,
Then I am life blossoming from your warmth.

If you are the earth,
Then I am the moon eternally by your side.

It won't be found
    on Google Maps,
nor in the constant
   tippity taps,

or in the boom
   of bass filled rap
or text of *******
   and genitals

lost in technology
   as such
lost in society
   is much

of what we
  truly search and seek,
and that only
  need- is human touch.

It’s close now, the vibrations deepen.
The timpani drums beat their final refrain.
The sky cracks; hot, white lines of accusation.
Let it break, so I can breathe again.

Have you ever seen the rain ?
Like You just sit there staring at the rain falling from the gloomy sky.
Shortly after a loud boom makes your window shake and your heart jumps, scared by the power of the thunder.
But you continue to watch it pour.  
Thinking.
Something about the rain is just relaxing and puts your mind at easy as every drop falls from the heavens.
Bright flash makes the sky bright for a Brief second then vanishes.
Now all three clashed together making the night entertaining.
You don't know when the next sound of thunder will be , and where the next lighting strike will be.
It's like your on the edge of your seat, waiting for the killer make his next move.